Although those transparent things moved faster than Qin Fengming, they were not that much faster.
They did not appear especially eager as they pursued Qin Fengming fleeing ahead of them. It seemed that those transparent things knew he would have difficulty escaping, and thus remained utterly calm and unhurried instead of giving chase at full speed.
Feeling the terrifying transparent things behind him drawing ever closer, a mad intent suddenly surged within Qin Fengming's heart.
Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed the Mysterious Phoenix Soaring Heaven Art to its limit.
At this moment, he no longer cared whether the environment here possessed some terrifying tearing force against high-speed movement. He only wanted to shake off the transparent things pursuing him as quickly as possible.
What suddenly made Qin Fengming's heart turn cold was that although he clearly felt he had pushed the Mysterious Phoenix Soaring Heaven Art with all his might, and his body was enduring pain so intense it nearly tore his flesh apart, his flying speed had not increased by much. It was still inferior to the transparent things rushing after him.
Qin Fengming could clearly sense that as he fled at full speed, an aura seemingly formed from blades and weapons surged around him.
That aura swept over his body. As it clashed with his protective spiritual light, it sliced his tough flesh into countless cracks. At the same time, a strange aura swept in and directly invaded his body.
The aura invading his body did not erode his flesh, restrain the magical power within him, or assault his sea of consciousness. It seemed only to slow the circulation of the incantations within his body when he cast techniques.
Under such circumstances, Qin Fengming's flight was ultimately suppressed on a massive scale.
When Qin Fengming suddenly sensed